I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 554 Returning the Gift to Wudang, Encountering Zhao Kai on the Way

After leaving Lingzhou City, Zhou Chengan did not return directly to Qingcheng Mountain, but took Wei Shuyang to Wudang Mountain.

This time, Zhou Cheng'an was no longer in a daze as he went up the mountain, but his pace was slower than last time.

Compared to Qingcheng Mountain, Wudang Mountain has better scenery and a deeper Taoist atmosphere, which made Wei Shuyang sigh.

—No wonder it is Taiyue Wudang, which was called the world of crystal by the ancients.

Indeed, Wudang Mountain is known as the Crystal World, one of the Five Sacred Mountains of China. For a thousand years before the previous dynasty, Wudang was always hailed as Taiyue.

The buildings on the mountain are connected to the heavens and the earth, and each one is superior to Longhu Mountain, the leading Taoist lineage in the world today. The other three sacred mountains are no match for Wudang. However, in terms of overall strength, Wudang is still inferior to Longhu Mountain.

The two walked slowly forward and came to the archway of Xuanwu Dangxing. There they met an old Taoist priest who was reprimanding his disciple by walking in circles in the Nine Palaces.

Noticing Zhou Chengan's gaze, Wei Shuyang lowered his voice and said, "Junior Uncle, he is Chen Yao, the second junior brother of Sect Leader Wang."

Chen Yao was a key figure in the Wudang Mountain Taoist tradition and the one who upheld moral precepts.

In fact, Zhou Cheng'an had already guessed Wei Shuyang's identity without him having to say anything.

After all, his habit of reprimanding his disciples by circling around the Nine Palaces was truly unforgettable.

Upon seeing the two of them, the old Taoist priest called out.

"Junior Brother Zhou, please wait."

Then, he continued to instruct his disciples.

After finishing instructing his disciples, Chen Yao walked over, bowed, and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Zhou, you've come to find Junior Brother, haven't you? I'll take you there."

"Junior Uncle, why does Master Chen call you Junior Brother?"

Chen Yao looked down on Wei Shuyang, who had joined the Northern Liang royal family, and his tone was naturally unfriendly.

"You must be Wei Shuyang. Although Junior Brother Zhou is the current leader of your Nine Pecks of Rice Sect, all Taoist sects under heaven are one family. Besides, he has also cultivated the Great Yellow Court of my Wudang Sect. What's wrong with calling him Junior Brother?"

“No problem.” Zhou Cheng’an smiled and bowed. “Senior Brother Chen, thank you for your trouble.”

"Junior Brother Zhou, you're too kind. Please come with me."

This time, a different person led the way, and instead of discussing martial arts, they talked about Taoist scriptures and practices.

It can only be said that Chen Yao truly deserves his reputation as a Taoist master who has read extensively in the Jade Pillar Scriptures. His profound understanding of Taoist practices greatly benefited Zhou Cheng'an.

Of course, he is also worthy of the position of Elder of Morality and Discipline of Wudang.

Along the way, whenever we encountered a Taoist priest who was playing around, we would stop and give him a lecture, adhering to a strict and rigorous attitude towards life and strictly following the requirements of moral norms.

As they approached Little Lotus Peak, Chen Yao stopped.

“Junior Brother Zhou, you are indeed as Junior Brother said, your Taoist skills are profound.”

"Senior Brother Chen is too kind. Senior Brother Chen is the one with profound Taoist skills. I have benefited greatly from your teachings today."

Chen Yao shook his head and smiled: "Junior Brother is lazy. If I see him, I will inevitably teach him a lesson. I won't send you there. We can have a good chat another time."

"If I have time, I will definitely trouble you, Senior Brother Chen. Take care, Senior Brother Chen!"

……

On Little Lotus Peak.

A blue ox was grazing, with several ancient Taoist books hanging from its horns.

On the back of a stone tortoise not far away, Hong Xixiang was engrossed in reading a Taoist classic, the cover of which bore the five large characters "Song of the Great Dao of the Spiritual Source".

As for whether the book contains the "Song of the Great Dao of Spiritual Origin," judging from the way his eyes are shining, it's clearly a case of false advertising.

Suddenly, Hong Xixiang sneezed, made a quick mental calculation, put the book away, jumped off the tortoise's back, carefully straightened the sleeves and collar of his Taoist robe, and headed towards the mountain path of Little Lotus Peak.

He was clearly happy to see Zhou Chengan come up.

"Junior Brother Zhou, it's good to see you here." Hong Xixiang smiled. "It's even better that His Highness the Crown Prince didn't come!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhou Cheng'an apologetically, and the latter smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell him."

"Thank you."

Hong Xixiang actually quite liked his brother-in-law, Xu Fengnian.

However, his feelings about Xu Fengnian going up the mountain were somewhat complicated, even contradictory.

I both want him to come and don't want him to come.

He hoped Xu Fengnian would come because Xu Fengnian would always bring him one or two good books that had nothing to do with martial arts.

I've seen the mountain scenery for over twenty years, and while I'm still not tired of it, I hope to see some new people and new things.

In the words of that prince, he was simply liking the new but not the old, which was a good thing.

As for not wanting Xu Fengnian to come, it's because every time Xu Fengnian comes up the mountain, he inevitably gets beaten up.

"You're too kind, Senior Brother Hong."

After exchanging a few words, Hong Xixiang asked with a smile, "Junior Brother Zhou, did you come up the mountain this time for the Great Yellow Court?"

"Indeed, Wudang has given me such a generous gift, I should return the favor. May I ask where Senior Brother Wang is?"

“Senior Brother Wang should be in the Zhenwu Hall right now, while Junior Brother Wang is definitely practicing his sword in the bamboo forest of the Great Lotus Peak. I just don’t know which Senior Brother Wang Junior Brother Zhou is looking for,” Hong Xixiang said with a smile.

Uncertain about the former, Zhou Chengan chose the latter.

"Then I'll trouble Senior Brother Hong to take me to Senior Brother Xiao Wang."

Great Lotus Peak, bamboo forest.

The gaunt Taoist priest Wang Xiaoping was practicing swordsmanship, but his method was different from others.

While others rack their brains to master sword techniques and styles, especially those from the Wu Family Sword Tomb, who wished they could push their skills to the limit, Wang Xiaoping focused solely on cultivating sword intent in the path of swordsmanship. She shared a similar approach with Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God, as both were dedicated to sword intent and sword energy.

Hong Xixiang once witnessed Wang Xiaoping standing on a boulder in the Washing Elephant Pool, using his sword energy to cleave the waterfall into an explosion.

Holding a sword and sitting cross-legged to concentrate on sword intent is one of Wang Xiaoping's ways of practicing swordsmanship.

Sensing Zhou Chengan's sword intent, Wang Xiaoping, who was sitting in the bamboo forest with her sword in her arms, opened her eyes.

Without wasting any words, Zhou Chengan drew his sword.

Wang Xiaoping raised her eyebrows, clearly asking what she meant.

"I have already entered the realm of the Great Yellow Court, and I am here today to return the courtesy."

After Zhou Chengan finished speaking, he used his knife as a sword and struck three times in succession.

The first sword strike is a combination of the twenty-three sword strikes of the Sword Saint Spirit Sword Technique.

The second sword technique is "Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Origin," which uses qi to control the sword.

The third sword strike was the Tai Chi sword intent that he had only recently comprehended.

After reading it, Wang Xiaoping immediately closed her eyes.

Hong Xixiang was full of surprise: "Junior Brother Zhou's Taoist skills are already amazing, but I didn't expect his swordsmanship to be even better. I've also heard that Junior Brother Zhou's fist techniques are quite remarkable. I have a set of fist techniques, and I would appreciate it if Junior Brother Zhou could give me some pointers."

After saying that, Hong Xixiang began practicing his self-created boxing style.

Zhou Chengan naturally knew that Hong Xixiang had a set of boxing techniques that could deflect a thousand pounds with four ounces of force.

But now, looking at his punches... all I can say is that his boxing style is in line with the principles of Yin and Yang in Tai Chi, and perhaps it can also be called Tai Chi. But Hong Xixiang's Tai Chi is completely different from the Tai Chi he learned before his rebirth.

“Perfect timing, I also have a similar set of boxing techniques.”

As Zhou Chengan spoke, he cupped his hands and began practicing Tai Chi.

Neither of them intended to fight; they each practiced their own Tai Chi.

The two sets of boxing techniques were different, but as time went by, their essence merged and became exactly the same, and then they became completely different again.

Wang Xiaoping was still immersed in the three sword strikes from before and did not notice anything amiss.

As for Wei Shuyang, his martial arts talent was limited. He only noticed a slight abnormality and did not realize the majestic atmosphere that enveloped the entire Wudang Mountain when the fist intent merged.

Zhou Chengan and Hong Xixiang stopped fighting almost simultaneously.

The two exchanged a smile, each having gained something from the experience.

At this time, Wang Chonglou and Chen Yao had been standing outside the bamboo forest for a while.

Wang Chonglou arrived before Chen Yao. He came here to see what was going on because the Zhenwu statue in Taizhen Palace had been shaking violently, and he had also noticed the weather around the place.

Unexpectedly, they saw Hong Xixiang and Zhou Chengan practicing their boxing in the woods, so they didn't disturb them.

Chen Yao arrived after the merging of their fist intents, to tell Wang Chonglou that the Zhenwu statue had calmed down.

Zhou Chengan and Hong Xixiang stopped fighting and entered the bamboo forest.

Apart from Wang Xiaoping, who was meditating on swordsmanship with her eyes closed, the other five greeted each other.

Finally, Wang Chonglou bowed to Zhou Cheng'an. "Junior Brother Zhou, thank you!"

“Senior Brother Wang, you’re too kind. This is just a return gift.” Zhou Cheng’an shook his head and took out two booklets, handing them to Wang Chonglou: “Senior Brother Wang, these are Tai Chi sword and Tai Chi fist techniques. Please don’t refuse them.”

In Zhou Chengan's view, without Tai Chi Chuan and Tai Chi Sword, Wudang would not be Wudang.

He had originally intended to give the Tai Chi sword and Tai Chi boxing to Wang Chonglou, but he never expected to encounter Chen Yao on the way and be taken to Little Lotus Peak.

Wang Chonglou didn't stand on ceremony with Zhou Chengan and accepted it directly.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Zhou. If Qingcheng Mountain ever needs our help in the future, Wudang will definitely do our utmost to assist you."

"We help each other out. If Wudang needs our help, Qingcheng Mountain will not stand idly by." Zhou Cheng'an said with a smile, "Now that the return gift has been delivered, we will take our leave."

"You're leaving so soon after we got to the top of the mountain?" Chen Yao asked.

"I'm really in a hurry to get back to the mountain for the New Year. I'll definitely do it next time. I hope Brother Chen won't mind if I bother you then."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chonglou smiled and said, "In that case, we won't keep you any longer, but next time you must stay a few more days. I'll see you off..."

……

Time flies, and half a month has passed since Zhou Chengan and Wei Shuyang descended the mountain.

In a city under the jurisdiction of Fengzhou.

Zhou Chengan was playing with a group of children, while Wei Shuyang stood beside him, watching the burly man not far away warily.

It's approaching evening.

Zhou Cheng'an, who had been playing with a group of children for half a day, said, "Alright, you should go home now, or you'll definitely get a beating when you get home."

The group of children were obedient and waved goodbye to him reluctantly before running home.

Zhou Chengan turned to look at the man not far away: "I think you should leave too."

“I have no ill intentions toward those children,” the man said in a deep voice.

Recently, things have been quite unsettled in the Northern Liang region, and Wu Liuding has been venting his resentment here.

He had tested all the top swordsmen in the three northwestern prefectures.

However, he didn't dare to go to Wudang Mountain to find Wang Xiaoping. By the time Wang Xiaoping understood Zhou Chengan's three swords and came down the mountain to find him, he had already run far away with Cuihua.

However, the impact he brought did not subside, and many monsters and demons emerged.

Zhou Chengan remained noncommittal: "Perhaps you have no ill intentions towards those children, but you exude a strong murderous aura. With your strength, fighting here will inevitably harm innocent people. Can't you find a deserted place to fight?"

The man glanced at Zhou Chengan: "You really like meddling in other people's business."

“A monk should naturally intervene when he sees injustice on the road,” Zhou Chengan said with a smile.

"Are you from Wudang?"

"It seems the people of Wudang also like to meddle in other people's business." Zhou Cheng'an smiled, his impression of Wudang Mountain improving considerably. He shook his head and said, "However, I am not a member of Wudang."

"You're not a Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain, yet you dare to meddle in other people's business? You're asking for death!"

The man roared and threw a punch at Zhou Chengan.

No murderous intent.

Zhou Chengan simply dodged without retaliating.

The man threw thirty punches, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Zhou Cheng'an's clothes.

clap clap clap...

A young man in his early twenties clapped his hands and walked out of the restaurant.

"I thought you had some ability, but it turns out you're a piece of trash."

The man lowered his head: "It's my fault for being useless."

The young man ignored him and bowed to Zhou Cheng'an with great respect.

"Master Zhou."

Zhou Chengan laughed: "So he came for me after all. I thought he was waiting for some enemy. I have no grudge against you, do I?"

"Of course we have no enmity. Let's get acquainted. My name is Zhao Kai."

"So?" Zhou Cheng'an was somewhat surprised that this guy would come looking for him.

"You've been staying at the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion all this time. I don't dare to mess with that Xu the Cripple yet, so I can only wait for you to come out so I can let him test your strength."

Zhao Kai glanced at the man, his attitude still respectful: "I just didn't expect this good-for-nothing to be so useless, not even worthy of a Daoist's intervention. Daoist, please don't take offense!"

"continue."

"I came here to ask the Daoist Master if you'd be interested in doing something big with me," Zhao Kai said with a somewhat joking smile.

"Not interested in."

Zhou Chengan spoke succinctly, leading Wei Shuyang forward.

Zhao Kai still had a smile on his face, but compared to his previous nonchalant attitude, it was much colder: "Master Zhou, I'm here on my master's orders. My master isn't as easy to talk to as I am."

Zhou Cheng'an paused, then smiled faintly, "You don't think I'm easy to talk to, do you?"

"I can tell you're not easy to talk to."

Zhao Kai's smile vanished, and he turned and left without hesitation.

This guy isn't stupid; he knows he'll get beaten up if he doesn't leave.

The man wanted to follow him, but saw him turn around and say meaningfully, "I don't want any trash."

The man understood what he meant and gritted his teeth as he walked towards Zhou Chengan.

"Sigh, Master Zhou, try to spare his life. Look at him, he's just like a stray dog ​​begging for food." Zhao Kai laughed heartily at the end.

This thing is a typical toad crawling on your foot; it doesn't bite, but it's disgusting.

The laughter abruptly stopped!

Because Zhou Chengan flashed in front of him and directly delivered a blocking punch, sending him flying.

Zhao Kai was thrown three zhang away. He rolled over and got up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhou Chengan say calmly, "If you dare to say another word, I will kill you today."

Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

The man, however, continued to stare at Zhou Chengan.

Zhou Cheng'an was speechless: "It's good to be alive."

“But I want to live a better life,” he said earnestly.

At the same time, concentrate your inner energy into your fist and then unleash a punch.

His punches were as powerful as mountains.

Zhou Chengan raised his hand and squeezed his fist, then laughed and said, "This fist is interesting. What's it called?"

"Mountain-Shaking Fist, nine punches and eighty-one moves, each punch is a mountain."

Zhou Chengan nodded and released his fist: "Punch, use your strongest punch, otherwise you won't have another chance to punch."

"Then be careful."

The man performed half a set of punches on his own, gathering his strength before letting out a furious roar.

"Six levels of mountain collapse!"

The force of the punch came like a tidal wave, heavy as a mountain.

He was a second-rank minor grandmaster, but he was clearly prepared to fight tooth and nail for the wealth and status Zhao Kai spoke of.

Zhou Chengan raised his hand and threw a punch.

An ordinary punch not only shattered his strongest punch, but also shattered his ambition.

The man knelt on the ground, his voice trembling as he asked, "Why don't you kill me?"

Zhou Chengan paused for a moment, organizing his thoughts.

"I know a wandering swordsman with a wooden sword. He also dreams of wealth and fame, but he always remembers that he is a human being!"

After saying that, he led Wei Shuyang past the other party and continued on his way.

The man stood there stunned for a moment, then bowed deeply to Zhou Cheng'an's retreating figure.

Later, during the Liang-Mang War, a martial arts master, despite being struck by thirty-six arrows, fought to the death against over one hundred and eighty cavalrymen.

The final punch struck nine times, shaking the heavens and earth, killing even a Vajra with its power, and leaving the body as heavy as a mountain!

(End of this chapter)